I would like to take this opportunity to point out that a friend of mine worked this exact phrase into his Philosophy midterm paper. The teacher gave no comment and he got a B+.

That's another idea in itself: The antics, struggles, and victories of a college club devoted to missionary work in the name of laying more skulls before the throne of their lord. "Campus Crusade for Khorne"

I would like to take this opportunity to point out that a friend of mine worked this exact phrase into his Philosophy midterm paper. The teacher gave no comment and he got a B+.

That's another idea in itself: The antics, struggles, and victories of a college club devoted to missionary work in the name of laying more skulls before the throne of their lord. "Campus Crusade for Khorne"

Alternatively, this can be "Oil for the Oil God!"

Hint that it is a metaphor for the War on Terror outside of the work, but never actually suggest so within the work.

In the near dystopian future, politically motivated crime is considered a mental illness. Our protagonist, a bitter expert on terrorism and aberrant psychology, and strong critic of the government, is imprisoned for meeting with terrorists (as part of his research, however the government and farcical legal system indict him as a co-conspirator). Cue an ontological mystery set in a psych ward, where our protagonist attempts to outwit the guards, grind down the psychiatrists attempting to "cure" his "socio-political deviancy" and trying to not go insane as he is surrounded by less than sane people all day and drugged frequently.

I mentally drafted a few scenes of this while the hairdresser attempted to kill me.

I was intending to make it very psychological and philosophical. Questions about society, psychotherapy, terrorism, the relationship between the state, ideology and prison practices, madness etc There is so much potential material for it in such a setting.

In the near dystopian future, politically motivated crime is considered a mental illness. Our protagonist, a bitter expert on terrorism and aberrant psychology, and strong critic of the government, is imprisoned for meeting with terrorists (as part of his research, however the government and farcical legal system indict him as a co-conspirator). Cue an ontological mystery set in a psych ward, where our protagonist attempts to outwit the guards, grind down the psychiatrists attempting to "cure" his "socio-political deviancy" and trying to not go insane as he is surrounded by less than sane people all day and drugged frequently.

I mentally drafted a few scenes of this while the hairdresser attempted to kill me.

I would like to take this opportunity to point out that a friend of mine worked this exact phrase into his Philosophy midterm paper. The teacher gave no comment and he got a B+.

That's another idea in itself: The antics, struggles, and victories of a college club devoted to missionary work in the name of laying more skulls before the throne of their lord. "Campus Crusade for Khorne"

Also, this same guy worked "skulls for the skull throne" into his final, but that was overshadowed by the fact that his whole paper was an analysis of the D&D 9 alignments system.

The second to last idea in Cram's OP reminded me of an idea I had- the story follows a young boy without any sort of psionic powers in a world where telepaths are the norm. He's seen as if he were blind or deaf, and has to learn to cope with everyone else knowing what he's thinking all the time.

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Formerly known as the Space Pope (then I was excommunicated), Father Kurt Christ (I was deemed unfit to raise children, spiritual or otherwise), and Vartox (the speedo was starting to chafe)

In the not-too-distant future, the decision is made to link parliamentary candidates to tabloid celebrities in an attempt to improve voter turnout. The corpses of Jade Goody and Princess Diana are exhumed and combined into a decaying grotesque by the Daily Mail's genetic research labs, and the resulting abomination seizes power with its horrible tentacles...

Through a mystifying combination of mad science and ancient magic every old wives' tale becomes true. Millions of masturbating young men grow hair on their palms and eventually turn blind. Young children making faces find that, indeed, it becomes stuck that way.